Cough, cough, cough, cough!
Zhao Dengtian had been drinking tea leisurely in the private room.
However, he choked when he saw Jing Yan block Li Tianfu's attack without taking any damage.
His face reddened as he continued to cough.
"Go... godd*mn... it. Is Li Tianfu going easy on him?" Zhao Dengtian shouted in rage as he lurched to his feet. His eyebrows twitched spasmodically.
This wasn't happening the way he had anticipated.
Jing Yan hadn't been cut in half. That didn't make any sense to him.
"Godd*mnit, this is ridiculous!" he thought.
The elder assigned to watch over Zhao Dengtian was staring at the ring, his expression severe. His brow was locked into a hard frown.
He could sense that something was off about the match. At the very least, the fight wasn't ending as simply as he had expected it to.
It seemed that the one to 30 odds weren't guaranteeing an easy win after all.
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